User blog comment:Llamao/ The Revolts of the Dreaded Lands/@comment-3474228-20110417225150

Sliscaer turns around sharply at the annpying voice of his younger son. Gritting his teeth, he grinds out the words slowly. "What...are...yew...doin'...in...my...chamber? Taking a knife from one of the desk tops, he approaches his son. "Get outta my chamber an' cuddle wi' yore mother, spoiled brat!"